Painting Mess [Depthstriders]

As the three vayrons explored around and watched the headians play games, they would notice some lining up for races. Despite this however they decided against joining in, Nasale in particular doubted her underwater racing abilities and neither male wanted to abandon her.

So they would search around to find another activity to join in on. Finding a group of headians on the waters edge painting themselves in bioluminescent paints they would join them. 

“May we join in?” Sitka would ask a blue and ginger headian.

“Oh yes, yes! Please do!” They would smile wide, before continuing on, “My name’s Ryukyu.”

Sitka would smile back, “Nice to meet you Ryukyu, I’m Sitka, thats Osaka and she’s Nasale.”

The three would soon grab some paint and paintbrushes and join the ginger headian with a blue tabby. Each using glowing paint of different colors to paint each other and the haedian. The haedian would seem pleased by this, and would stop painting themself to paint the newcomers instead.

Each making up their ‘masterpieces’ with various lines and dots upon each other's hides. Though it wouldn’t be long before some younger members of the depthstriders clan would interrupt their painting with a game of their own. Flinging paint at the four reoseans, and covering them with paw prints. 

All of their hard work, now was reduced to a blobby mess of color. Paint buckets having been tipped over now littered the floor in bioluminescent paint of several colors. Ryukyu would however seem unbothered by this display of mischievousness, seeming to rather expect it of the children in fact. Leaving the three vayrons sides to join in this messy game of tag.

Nasale and Sitka wouldn’t seem bothered much by this display either, though Osaka would be a bit saddened by his lost efforts. When the kids would run off after Ryukyu to another part of the cave, the three would be left behind to clean up the mess.

Each picking up buckets of paint and placing them upright once more, and picking up the paint brushes off the floor. Having to go fetch some sponges to soak up all of the paint, this part would take the longest. Osaka, Nasale and Sitka having to put their backs into scrubbing off the paint from the floor. Going from there to scrubbing off the handles of the paintbrushes and the outside of the paint cans.

When it was all said and done and tiddy once more, they would dare to paint upon the walls some. The three combine their painting skills from the watchers clan to paint a giant humpback whale on the wall. Each painting their own version of a manta ray next to it. Figuring that this clan would appreciate a more underwater theme on their walls. 

Once they felt satisfied that they left their mark on the clan's walls, they would clean themselves up, before redoing their own body paints. Osaka added some glowing whites and greens to his pelt, Nasale added some blues and purples, and finally Sitka would add white and purple ones to his.

The three would soon move onto the other section of caves in which the children were still playing their messy game of tag with the adult haedian they started their painting with. Deciding to clean up this area some as well while they were trying to be helpful guests. Not that the clan members seemed to mind the messy floors much. 

“How about after this we go see what they are doing over there?” Nasale would speak as she gestured to a group of haedians messing around with some corals and fabrics.

“Ooo, yes that sounds like a nice idea to me. And you Osaka? What do you think?” The older brother would ask his sibling, wanting to hear his thoughts. After all, the blue runner seemed rather quiet during this journey so far.

“Yeah, I’d be fine with that.” The male would reply to Sitka. He didn't want to admit it out loud to the others that he was sad Hiroshima didn't come into these clans with him. “Then it's settled, once we are done helping clean this place up we will investigate what they are doing.” The puller would smile softly, trying her best to cheer her brother in law up some. She could tell even without words something has been bothering him.

With their future plan in place, they would work to finish up their chosen task to clean up the floor of paint. Cleaning paint brushes and buckets off when they came across them as well, figuring to leave the paint on the walls just encase the prints were there on purpose. It wasn’t their place to determine what was artistic choice or a mess created by the children and their game of tag.